It all began when precious cargo was loaded onboard,
And their mission was to bring it safe to the Northern part of the world.
Ship is manned by trained and skillful sailors,
Who will journey the wintery North Atlantic, like fearless gladiators.
Off they sail with wind of a beaufort eight,
Passing the corner of the famous Florida strait.
Speeding up, cruising the gulf stream!
Four knots more, you know what it means!
Dark threatening clouds lie in low altitude!
Somewhere within the so-called, horse latitude,
Those massive swell, rolling from the west,
As they steer the ship carefully north east!
Barometer drops at the Seamount of Gondor,
The valiant men locked all the watertight doors.
A stationary Low is seen in the Seamount of Ronan,
A helmsman is on standby with a steady hand.
Speed slacks along Edoras Bank,
But upon reaching Fangorn bank they almost had empty forward fuel tank!
Gusty wind blows at point Isengard Ridge,
As the experienced skipper manuevers in the Bridge.
Day by day as they continue their journey,
Precious cargo is monitored regularly.
Dolphins race and play as they flip their fins,
And seagulls soar high, spreading their wings!
At last, the tower of Landegode is insight!
Flashing three bright white lights
Here comes the pilot to guide without hestitation
Bringing the precious cargo safe to its destination.
